Nancy rolled over on her bed to face the balcony through which the morning sun illuminated the room, she opened her sleepy eyes slowly and looked at the beautiful sky and a lazy smile graced her lips.
She didn't have a care in world, I mean how could she, she lived the perfect life of a princess, she had a man who loved her, friends who cared about her and kept her company without restraint, a father who loved her and made time for her. Her life was just as beautiful as this morning sun that she stared at through the annealed glass pane of her French window. What was there to worry about?
Her sleepy eyes drifted from the beautiful sky to the dress that stood elegantly in the middle of the room and her smile broadened. It was exquisite. Yesterday when she tried on the dress, Nicole had been so excited saying that it was a dress that would make headlines, and she was right.
Now that Nancy looked at it, she was glad she had put in so much effort, time, and patience to look for the dress, and now that she looked at it, she couldn't wait to wear it and stand in front of the whole world while they took pictures of it. She was satisfied.
But she wasn't sure if Martha was satisfied with her dress, every other person had tried on their dresses yesterday and had admired it proudly, all her friends were so happy that after the fitting they decided to celebrate and then see a movie they had been eying at the theatre. The celebration went well, but the movie, not so much.
After they saw the first movie, Lucy who was a movie addict begged them to see another, then another and so they spent the entire day in the theatre watching comedies and laughing their heart out happily while they shared popcorn and drinks.
By the time it was past midnight, they were thrown out of the theatre, as it was past the closing time, she had come back home tired and with a headache. The only person whose dress they haven't seen was Martha's and because it was late, the other girls decided to come over and have a look today.
Throwing aside the bed cover in excitement, Nancy climbed out of her bed and stretched a little before running out of her room barefooted in nothing but her light pink pajamas which had flower prints design on it. The thing that excited her the most wasn't just the dress that she was going to see or the wedding dress that stood in her room, it was the fact that her wedding was just around the corner.
In just a few weeks now she would be Mrs. Nancy Grey. How perfect. She thought as she knocked on Martha's door.
"Marthy, open up!" She shouted with excitement but got no response.
"Martha?" She said as she turned the doorknob opened the door and walked in slowly. She frowned a little as she looked at the room. It was strangely clean and had no sign of life.
"Martha?" She called again as she walked in but got no response.
"Did she have another meeting today?" Nancy wondered as she looked around at the room one more time before heading downstairs.
"Miss Joyce." She called as she walked down the stairs.
"Miss Joyce?" She called again holding onto the acrylic stair rails and looking down the stairwell to see if the person she sort was anywhere near, but she got no response nor did she see anyone. She hurried down the stairs still oblivious of the fact that she was walking barefooted.
When she got to the last staircase, she headed for the dining room where she heard the clinking of utensils, as she walked in, she saw her father seated in the dining room having breakfast.
"Hello, Dad." Nancy said with a smile as she went to kiss his cheek.
"My angel!" Allman Bloom said looking at his over-pampered daughter. He didn't care if she woke up at a time like 10. am in the morning, neither did he care that she didn't work at his company or any company at all despite having a degree in business administration.
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The Wedding
Mystery / ThrillerNancy Bloom finds out a shocking secret about her fiancee, a month to their wedding. Angry, she prepares to confront him but finds out that, that is not the only secret he is hiding. Would the wedding still hold?